Tsk, tsk, tsk–
He really has a thing for numbers,
I tell you.
Alongside
his weight and body mass index, length and width;
he eavesdrops his heart rate.
He squeezes ’til he sneezes
in dire attempt
to put his blood on a scale.
He even segregates white to red,
as if they’re Russia and U.S.
in conflict with one another.
He counts calories and sugar
without using spoon nor cups,
like as if FDA requires his nutritional label.
So what’s next, man? Man, oh man!
Perhaps he’s torn between pores and hairs–and which one
poses as his greatest, and most meaningful numerical challenge.
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 
Fun and mysterious poems Aina. Are these poems a satirical commentary on men and society? Curious minds wonder what is behind all these number poems. 🙂
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😊 none of the above, Brad. It’s just an impromptu. Thank you!
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OK, thanks. 🙂
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My, my, Aina; can you imagine living with someone so detailed, as this (imaginary) man’s life would be…
I was happy to read, in your response to ‘Writing to Freedom’ that this was just an impromptu… Phew… 🙂
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Thank you! 😊
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Carol, most of my poems or quotes that didn’t come wth a song, are more of impromptu. I enjoy it, because there’s joy in making words rhyme. Thanks again! 😊
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